#he keeps on getting horrific injuries and shrugging them off

[deejaybear]

a potter not a black

characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew

warnings / tags: angst, violence, emotional abuse, blood /injury, language, dark mark / death eater mention, black family drama

word count: 1,232

summery: Regulus has something important to tell Sirius, but their conversation doesn't go as planned.

"Sirius," Regulus attempted

"Sod off Regulus" Sirius shot back, continuing down the hallway.

"Sirius please," Regulus reached out an arm to his brother halting Sirius in his tracks and forcing him to look at Regulus.

"What do you want, Regulus?"

I need to speak with you, I need to... tell you something" he didn't know how to tell Sirius, he didn't know how to tell anyone.

"Say it then," Sirius clearly had no patience for his brother.

"Erm, I- I'm…” after opening and closing his mouth a few times he ended up saying, “I can't say it here."

How was he going to just say something like this out in the open the way Sirius was asking him to?

"Don't waste my time Regulus." Sirius sighed shrugging off Regulus' hand. Sirius was fed up with the black family's antics and his brother was no excuse.

"No! No, Sirius! Sirius, wait!”

But Sirius wasn't listening and Regulus didn't know how to make him listen. “Sirius, I'm a deatheater!"

Regulus clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes wide with horror at what he'd just desperately blurted out and Sirius spun around on the spot. What had he just done?

"What?! You're a..." Sirius trailed off trying to comprehend what he had just been told. His thoughts were swirling through his head like a storm. How could Regulus do this, be one of them. He knew all the poor innocents were suffering because of those people, that group. Regulus was now one of them, those horrific people who only existed to cause harm.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Regulus was panicking; this was not how Sirius was supposed to find out. "Mum forced me to do it!” he exclaimed because he couldn't find something better to say. Then for some stupid reason he pulled up the left sleeve of his shirt showing Sirius the mark that was forced upon him. That soulless skull. Everything was happening so fast and the world seemed to be spinning around him. His thoughts meshed into one.

“Pull your sleeve down!” Sirius whisper-shouted at his younger brother taking a few steps toward him.

“Why did you get that bloody mark Regulus, and why are you telling me about it?”

“I didn't want to. I swear, mum forced me to. I didn't know what to do, I still don't. I need your help Sirius."

Regulus was lost, so incredibly lost. It was like he was at sea during a storm; the only thing keeping him afloat was the idea that Sirius would save him.

“How the fuck am I meant to help you? You're one of them now and why come to me after getting that stupid mark?” Sirius gestured to Regulus’ arm.

“I didn't come to you before because you never answered my letters. What are you trying to say, Sirius?” Regulus could tell that Sirius was trying to tell him something, something that was refusing to come out in direct sentences.

“I'm saying that… if there wasn't some part of you that wanted to get that thing then you wouldn't have gotten it, you would have found some way out, you would've left, like I did."

Regulus looked at Sirius. His fear quickly turned to disbelief and rage and sadness seemed to consume his thoughts. Is that really what Sirius thought of him?

“Are you serious? Do you genuinely think I wanted to be one of them?” Regulus throat was hoarse and he wanted to cry but what was worse was that he wanted to cry to his brother, not to himself.

“Sirius I couldnt fucking leave, I didnt have other people to talk to about this like you did, I didnt have somewhere to run away to.”

“You could've came to me, earlier before you got that!” he glared at Regulus’ forearm.

Regulus wasn't thinking anymore; he was reckless with dismay. Taking a few steps forward he slapped Sirius across the face. "Wake the fuck up! I couldn't come to you because you never talked to me, you still won't! I had no one except you, and you fucking left me!”

Regulus was shouting now. He didn’t care if he was overreacting or not acting like himself.

Sirius pushed Regulus back with his right hand, his left clutching his cheek. Regulus was hurt. He was drowning in that stormy sea without Sirius there to save him and at that point it didn't matter what he said or did. He just wanted to make Sirius hurt as much as he did.

“You're just like them, you know that," he chuckled. It was as if he had snapped like a twig. Sirius looked confused.

"Just like who?"

"Our dearest mother and father,” Regulus answered, knowing that Sirius hated being compared to his parents. He wanted to hit him where it hurt. Sirius just glared at Regulus.

“It's in your blood after all, it's in your name, Sirius Orion Black.” Regulus taunted. Sirius stepped forward punching Regulus square in the nose

“I'm nothing like them! I never will be!'' Sirius was angry, but at the same time tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He hated his parents and how they treated him. He hated being compared to them but it seemed to sting more coming from his brother that somehow when Regulus said it, it could be true.

"Oh, Mr Black, don't you hear me? you already are." the words stung like one of the many curses Walburga Black used on her sons.

Regulus didn't care if Sirius beat him beyond repair; he wanted to hurt Sirius not with actions but with words the way Sirius had hurt him.

“Don't call me that! I'm a Potter now, not a black!” Sirius yelled back.

As blood dripped from Regulus’ nose the sound of footsteps came into earshot and quickly got louder and soon Remus Lupin, James Potter & Peter Pettigrew came into the hallway full from dinner.

“Oh, hi Sirius!” Peter exclaimed joyfully, failing to understand the situation.

Without missing a beat Regulus responded to Sirius with, "You know what they say, once a black always a Black, and you Sirius Orion Black, well you're the spitting image of what being a part of the noble and most ancient house of Black is supposed to be,'' he spat making sure to use his full name, the name Sirius hated so much that he denied its existence.

At this Sirius ran toward Regulus ignoring his friends, striking Regulus in the stomach and as Regulus doubled over in pain still laughing to himself, James and Remus ran over to try and stop the two from hurting each other any further.

James slotted himself between them and Remus held Sirius back as he tried hitting Regulus again, throwing his fists aimlessly, quickly realizing that Remus was far too strong for him and alternatively allowing Remus' arms to enclose him silent tears falling down his face.

Sirius so desperately wanted to fall to his knees and cry; Regulus so desperately wanted his brother to save him, but neither would happen.

Instead whilst the hallway flooded with students who'd finished dinner and wanted to see what the shouting echoing down the hallways of the castle was all about, both Black brothers wiped their faces and with stoic expressions went to their own common rooms keeping the encounter they just had to themselves as much as they could.

notes: this isn’t my first post on tumblr but it was the first fic I ever wrote! I hope you liked it and if you did you should check out my other fics (my masterlist) (my ao3)

thank you to jaggysword_0926 on ao3 for beta reading this fic

[macravishedbymactavish]

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

3 instances when you took care of him, 1 instance when he took care of you.

Chapter TW for mention of minor injury, swearing, OC Keller family, hurt/comfort.

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Part I // Wounded

"What did you do this time?" Arms crossed over your chest lightly, eyebrow raised. Your boyfriend and his brother had been outside for the majority of the afternoon landscaping and upgrading the backyard.

Chuckling at you softly, he waved you off with one hand. Keeping the other hidden in the pocket of his jeans. "Nothing you need to worry about, it's fine".

Eyes locking with the younger male, "Ben. What did he do?"

Ben, Alex's younger brother by 3 years, stood silently. Wide eyes bouncing between the two of you. Silently debating who's side he should be taking. Which side offered him a longer life expectancy.

"It's going to sound way worse than it actually is. Like most injuries, they look and sound horrific, but in reality, they're not that bad." Ben offered, shrugging awkwardly as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Shut up" Alex whispered, elbowing him gently. Hissing as the fabric rubbed his hand the wrong way.

"You're bleeding." You stated plainly, "Ben looks guilty, and you're bleeding."

The three of you stood in a tense silence; you and Alex having an impromptu staring war as Ben glanced between you both.

"I think you should just tell them, at least get it cleaned up." He whispered, raising his hands in surrender when his brother glared at him from the corner of his eye.

Taking a couple steps forward, pressing your chest into his, you looked up. Fingers wrapping around his wrist and gently pulling. Raising an eyebrow at the small hiss when his hand became free. Exposing the bruised nail and large cut down his knuckle.

"How?!" You whispered, pulling him over to the bathroom to begin washing the area. Debating on whether or not it was worth a trip for stitches.

"Thesawcaughttheboardthewrongway." He mumbled, grimacing as you continued dabbing the wound with antiseptic. Muscles taut as he reminded himself not to pull his hand away.

Glancing up through your lashes, eyebrows raised. "Try that again, but slower."

"I was trying to cut a board, but it caught the saw the wrong way and flipped back and caught me. I'm fin-- ow fuck!" Hand pulled into his side, dripping antiseptic and blood onto the tile below. Earning an exasperated look from yourself, met with object horror and offense from him.

"Don't give me that look when you're trying to burn my hand off!" He argued, the stinging in his hand slowly eliciting a headache in the base of his skull.

"Don't be dumb then." You shrugged, reaching for his hand. Rolling your eyes when he pivoted to hide it further. "Don't be a baby."

"Don't torture me." He countered, a mischievous smirk taking over his features as he reached down into the tub. Feeling around for the tap.

"Nope." Ben laughed, now joining the two of you in the small room. All but tackling his brother into the tub. Hugging firmly around his middle, keeping his arms trapped to his sides.

"Get 'em!" The younger Keller laughed, allowing you to properly wash out the cut and get a close look at it.

"I'm no medic, but a bandaid and rest should do you just fine. I don't think we need to bring you in." You mumbled, poking at the skin around his hand. Nodding at Ben to let him go.

"Good thing you aren't, you're mean." Alex laughed, holding the limb out steady for you to place a bandaid over it. Wrapping you into a tight hug once it was secure. "But thank you."

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

Alex Keller Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @deadbranch @gcing-back-to-505

[screamintoad]

  Continuation of this! These two are so tragic and I love making them even WORSE @kawaii-queen-kaiju

Mira shrugged. “The bleeding stopped. I’ll live. It doesn’t matter, I’ve got some things I want to say to the fucker that instigated this fuckery." Atticus laughed bitterly, offering her a hand and hoisting her up. “Damn straight. Bitch tried to eat me, he ain’t getting out of anything.” His face fell as he looked out at all the destruction that had happened. He gingerly approached the door and saw Bertholdt struggling to pull Reiner out of the nape of the Armored Titan. Mira placed a hand on his shoulder as he attempted to speak. All that came out was a mumbled, “Sorry…” 

  He despised Marley but, those were still his friends that he’s been through hell and back with. He finally processed the faint sniffling coming from Gabi and Falco. Atticus sighed as he approached them, he knelt down to closer inspect them for any injuries they might’ve gotten. 

  “They’re all dead.” Falco mumbled. “Who, Falco? Many people have lost their lives tonight so be clear.” Atticus’ voice softened as he spoke to the kids. “Zofia…and Udo…they’re dead because of the island devils!” Gabi specified. Tears stained their faces with their eyes red and agitated. They were only kids. 

  Atticus’ eyes widened, every memory that he’s had with the young Warrior candidates in the past 4 years came back to him as he tried to keep his breathing calm. “Maybe they got out of the crossfire fast enough that you missed them in the crowd?” He suggested but from their faces, he knew the answer. Gabi shook her head, “No! Zofia got crushed by debris in the stands and Udo got…TRAMPLED on.” She sucked in another hard breath while Atticus stood up. 

  He took off his Marleyan coat and arm band and threw them out of the airship. The others in the cabin gave estranged looks as they noted his blank expression. Ever since he was a cadet they knew how calculated he was and how violence was always his last resort. He watched the pieces fly into the wind and shut the door for good. Atticus turned to look at Mikasa examining Eren for any external wounds. He already wanted to yell at him for attempting to eat him but now he has an even bigger reason. 

  Mira’s face contorted into a mixture of disgust and shock. She barely knew them but no child deserves to die, especially in such horrific ways. She could only imagine how Atticus must feel. It only took a second for her to learn that he shares a rage with her. 

  Atticus ran forward and attempted to punch Eren but was quickly grabbed by Connie and Jean. “Calm down, Tybur! They obviously got caught in the crossfire, there’s no changing the past.” Atticus seethed as Connie spoke. “Calm down? They were KIDS. They’re my kids and now they’re gone with barely anyone to remember them!” His breathing became ragged as he glared at Eren, “Dammit Jaeger, I should’ve killed you when I had the chance!” 

  Mikasa shot up from her spot in an attempt to mediate the fight when Mira came up and kicked Eren straight in the face. Hard. Her face now showed pure anger, “All of this because you ‘remembered’?! All these people, DEAD, because you thought you had to? That you had no choice? Because you wanna be free?!” Tears began welling up in her eyes as she imagined her own family in the middle of all of this. “You’re not free! You’re a slave to a future that was never certain. You damned yourself! You damned yourself and everyone else with you for no reason at all in the end. Are you proud of yourself? Was it worth it?!” 

  “That’s enough.” Finally, Captain Levi stepped between everyone and dragged Mira away from Eren, who’s face was now dripping with blood coming from his nose. “You’ve had your fun now, relax. It’s been a long night for everyone.” He glanced at Atticus who was still seething as Jean and Connie held him in place while Commander Hange approached him. They reeled back and headbutt Atticus hard enough for him stumble backwards. Jean and Connie let him go and he just…crumbled to the ground.

  The pain from Hange headbutting him isn’t what caused Atticus to slump to the metal floor of the ship. Instead, his own self defeat. “I failed them…I told them that they didn’t have to worry and that we would be there to protect them but I failed.” His mind flashed to earlier that day at the festival.

  The open sky and breeze felt nice after a restless night. Bertholdt and Atticus walked side by side as they discussed various topics. Atticus forced a laugh, “My brother has a speech prepared. For everyone’s sake, I hope it goes terribly wrong.” He joked. Bertholdt shook his head as he chuckled, he took a puff of his cigarette. “You’re terrible to him.” He said. Atticus shrugged, “He deserves it. My whole family does.” He paused in front of a porcelain shop and eyed an intricate tea set on the window display. Before Atticus could get too lost in his thoughts he heard the sound of a group of kids debating back and forth about the war’s final battle that Marley won. 

  Gabi and Falco quickly walked by but, Udo and Zofia stayed. “Gabi is as worked up as usual.” Bertholdt commented. “Even though what she did was completely brash.” Udo spit back. Atticus stood up straight and gave both of the kids a pat on the head. “You all fought well. Now quit worrying about some war and have fun like kids should! Us Warriors will protect you all from here on, no more battlefields for a group of twelve year olds.” He laughed as Zofia pushed his hand off of her. He’ll never say it out loud but he’s grown to truly care about the new generation of Warrior candidates. Especially Zofia and Udo, unlike Falco and Gabi, they didn’t have many family left and Udo personally knew firsthand the prejudice that Eldian’s face. “What are you both doing? You’re not usually the types to enjoy crowded festivals.” Zofia wondered. Bertholdt stomped out his cigarette, “We’re enjoying our free time.” He replied nonchalantly. Atticus ushered them both to catch up to Gabi and Falco with a half hearted smile. 

  The adults watched them run off and continued to walk down a different street. Bertholdt broke the silence, “I think the higher ups are wrong. Udo isn’t a worthy candidate of the Colossal.” Atticus quirked a brow. “What brought that on so suddenly?” He asked. A moment of silence passed. “Just thinking. You need complete emotional control to fully harness its power which-“ “Udo doesn’t have. But, Zofia on the other hand does.” Bertholdt nodded at the statement. Atticus looked out at the port. “I share a similar sentiment. I don’t want to have a kid just for the sake of passing on the Warhammer so I’ve been watching them train and I actually believe Udo is a better fit for it than any of my family members.” 

  The wind grew harsher and Bertholdt’s voice became muffled. Atticus’ head spun as he remembered watching Eren eat Willy Tybur. How weaponry lit up the sky brighter than the city’s lights. How he thought for a second to return to his house and grab the numerous notebooks he’s written in about everything that the rich and powerful in Marley have done and plan to do. 

  Levi’s voice finally broke through to Atticus. “Stand up. None of my scouts stay down.” Atticus focused on his breathing as he got thrown back into reality. “My notebooks…everything that I’ve recorded since returning is all gone. My mission was all for nothing.” Sasha helped him up to his feet, “What are you talking about?” Hange replied, “That was the whole reason he left. To record and catalogue information that we could use.” Jean’s face looked like he was personally hurt but, he couldn’t find any words to say. 

  Mira guided Atticus to sit beside her, both of them appeared equally defeated and exhausted. “Now what?” Atticus questioned. “We’ll figure it out. First we need to get back to Paradis and lecture the kids.” 

[wetcatspellcaster]

After the recent chapter I had to take a breather and re-read previous ones, where everything was (somewhat) fine.

The way Rose was disassociated because she could feel all the pain, but no fear. The way she was in and out of it. It felt like a very feverish nightmare. It's so painful to read how barely coherent Rose is through the torture, and still trying, trying to find a way out, or at least a reprieve. And the way I laughed at her lamenting on Bhaal's healers. It reminded me so much of the Mirror Universe of Star Trek, where medics were there only to revive enough, not heal.

Am I weird for reading how Orin tortures and still having that little voice say "hot" the way D!urge says to Astarion in the graveyard scene?

I love love love how you use the canon events and twist them just so to make it even more heart wrenching and nightmar-ish, because I always felt like it felt a little bit rushed, all the interactions and especially the aftermath. I love seeing the lingering result of what just happened, more details that were not there in the game.

But reading the torture Rose endured, and that Astarion had seen her after, I have a question. Had this happened in Pieces too? Was Rose kidnapped there too? Because if she was, then it makes Astarion's Ascension even more twisted. Like even in game, if Tav/Durge is his lover, Astarion is not convinced by anything beforehand not to go with the ritual. And if he had seen how horrific all those Chosen are, he could've wanted to Ascend to protect his lover. But he had also seen the injuries , the indignity, the hurt that was inflicted on someone he cares for, and that must sting so much. Oof, this a very interesting concept to think on, that I'm constantly dwelling on since I played the Durge.

Also, I can imagine there could be a fight. And with Rose in this condition... Well, I hope others will take care of it. And I wonder if Gortash is dead now.

I can imagine that Rose will shrug it off, at least pretending to do so, like she had done before, and I will be right there with everyone else enraged at her lack of self-preservation. Shower her with care, rest, and people who love her to make sure she knows she will never be alone. Poor Rose. The things she had survived, she will need years of therapy afterwards, beside the years it will take to sort her phobias. I want to hug her, but it will hurt right now, so I'll just stay here, crying over how strong she is, that she does not need to be that stoic herself that Threnn shaped her into, and I miss her goofiness when she loses that fear of being too emotional. I love her so much. I want her to be healed and as happy as possible.

Thank you for this chapter. I wish you to rest well after the con, and regain your energy with this blueberry cupcake I'm offering. Take care!

I will absolve everyone now, in this moment, like a priest: it is ok to find Orin the Red hot, in anything that I write. It is, in fact, intentional.

I will confirm, Rosalie didn't get kidnapped in Pieces! I sacrificed Grubb there (RIP to a real one), partly to keep my plot twists under wraps, partly so that Rosalie doesn't suffer more than Jesus Christ himself in any given universe, and partly bc I wanted to make one very silly joke about soup. But I do plan for the kidnapping to inflect Astarion's thoughts on Ascendency, perhaps not in the way people are expecting!!! There is something that was teased in Pieces that *is* canon.

And thank you, I'm glad that seeing consequences play out makes the fic interesting!!! In my Rosalie playthrough, she was never ever at risk bc she had a lot of plot armour (a very stressed save-scumming player). I realised early on, that if she sailed through Act 3 it wouldn't make for a very compelling read - lord knows I could see the 'Mary Sue' accusations coming from a mile off. So I thought I'd leverage her major flaws - her lack of self-preservation, her belief that she's more useful with a tadpoel than without one, and her complete lack of tact. Unfortunately, kidnapping is the perfect situation to hit a bunch of character beats for both Rosalie and Astarion, and the perfect place to start raising the issue of what advantages/disadvantages the tadpole provides her with... so I kind of had to do it to her :')

at least it's not a murder? I was thinking about killing her in an earlier outline :'))) at least it's not that right?

[the-laughing-lie]

Session 20

Quite the note we last left off on! I want to see what’s about to happen just as much as you do, so I’ll make this quick.

Our dear protagonists investigated the recent strange plague sweeping the Stolen Lands, in which monsters burst forth from within animals and rampage, killing but not feeding on the meat left behind. Ella did some investigation, finding the only thing out of place being that Annamede was keeping notes on the party and other hunting guests.

That was, until that night’s dinner. As dessert was being served, Timol, one of the serving staff, doubled over in pain before plants ripped him asunder and left a basilisk in his place. The party and their fellow hunters managed to put the beast down before it could claim any other lives.

Further investigations were made, now with the pressure of time as they didn’t know how this disease was spread and how much danger they might be in. They quickly learned, however. Sharp-eyed Ella found miniscule seeds within the night’s meal, which had been made from the beasts hunted that day. Medical examination revealed that what was left of Timol also had seeds embedded in his throat and stomach. It was surmised that most of these seeds were unviable—but that it would only take one sprouting to have the horrific effects seen thus far.

Going through the hunting lodge’s food stores, they found that food was contaminated as far back as a few months prior. Food older than that was clean.

Ozzy went to check on Jolie Aldori, to make sure she hadn’t eaten any of the infected food. She hadn’t, making her the only person in the lodge who was guaranteed to not be infected. The party decided to ask if she could take their fastest horse back to Belt’s Beacon, to gather their most scientific and magically inclined comrades. Jolie agreed, despite her severe injury, with the pride of a true Aldori.

In the following days as they awaited their companions, our dear protagonists did further research and investigations on the strange malady. They learned that a cult of goblins was active in the area, and that the heart of this curse would be with them. Supposedly. *sigh* Second-hand information just isn’t what it used to be.

With Octavia and Jubilist continuing to investigate the curse, and Nok-Nok hanging about for moral support, the party and Tristian went to see just what the Greengripe Goblins had to do with this plague upon the land and its people.

They found the goblins with little issue. Getting into their surprisingly well-built and walled off village was another issue. The goblins didn’t act immediately hostile when they approached, but said that there was nothing for ‘longshanks’, and to leave. Ozzy led the party away, only to use his hat of disguise to become Tusktooth, goblin poacher extraordinaire.

Whoever gave him that hat has my deepest appreciating.

The party loosely bound their hands, and ‘Tusktooth’ led them back to the entrance. The goblins seemed mildly confused by him, but shrugged it off as him being a northern goblin, and they let him enter to bring his captives to their chieftain.

The party made for the shrine of Lamashtu, where the goblin leader Muglund would be. Inside, ‘Tusktooth’ tried to bargain for his captives, but Muglund was suspicious and tried to send him away. Ozzy dropped the act, and the party tried to jump Muglund. The supposed goblin chief was quicker than expected, and tossed out two vicious flytraps before he began peppering the party with spells.

Despite some setbacks, the party managed to destroy the man-eating plants and ended Muglund’s life. With Ella’s killing blow, the supposed chieftain transformed back into his true form: the doppelganger, Virthad. With this new complication, the party began investigating Greengripe. And Irena introduced them to the wonders of capitalism. At least, it’s wondrous to her. I’d have told them to have a death match for the title. Or maybe a pie eating competition.

Where was I? Right. The party got a clearer timeframe for when the chief was swapped for his double, and even found his charred body, still clutching to his symbol of Lamashtu. As if she would save him, ha! The final straw was finding a building set up as a sort of First World greenhouse. Except, as Ella surmised, it was nothing but a decoy. A mere smokescreen to incriminate the goblins.

Without any leads on the true mind behind this cursed plague, our dear protagonists settled down in a goblin hut to sleep.

And now we enter. As Tristian awoke Irena to inform her that he’d been given a dream, by one Nymph Queen. And she wants to talk. And so, with that conversation to come, our curtain rises, and our players take the stage.

[crazylittlejester]

OOOH INTERESTING both of you have incredible thoughts, and i wanna share mine!! :) (sorry if this is incoherent)

I agree that Wars definitely in the moment struggles with seeing the others as heroes who are in control of themselves instead of soldiers under the same control/command as himself. I think he’s used to a certain element of structure that he definitely lacks here, and it’s hard for him to get out of that mentality. Seeing Wild do something that (im pretty sure…?) Legend had JUST told him not to do probably stressed Wars out REGARDLESS of the fact that Wild just put his life on the line. War i BRUTAL people die in HORRIFIC ways, and Warriors saw all of that first hand in a way none of the others have truly experienced. He knows war and death and violence in a way the others just dont

I think Wild may not DISLIKE Wars so much as view him as someone he should have been. I think every time he looks at him he feels this sort of resentment because if he hadn’t failed, would HE have been a decorated captain? Wars was harsh with him, unjustifiably so, but he came from a place of fear and genuine worry. I don’t think he’s mad so much as scared, especially when he saw first hand how hurt Twilight was, and I think Wild probably is aware of this deep deep down even if right now he thinks Wars is mad at him for being reckless. And I think Wild’s recklessness comes from a place of learned invulnerability. Like how when little kids don’t get hurt falling off something they shrug it off and keep going especially when the parents don’t rush in and coddle them, they learn to just walk it off (unless they’re seriously hurt, I’m talking about a bumped knee), and I think when Wild was relearning how to exist it became reinforced in his brain through trial and error that there really aren’t consequences for yeeting himself at shit and praying for the best. Like at the end of the day he just swallows down an apple or Mipha’s grace swoops in and saves him and he’s just go to go. I don’t think it’s fully clicked for him that injury can lead quickly to a permanent death, so he doesn’t see the issue

ALSO!!: The fact that he used stasis proves to me that he does actually think things through. It isn’t ALWAYS “go go go”, he thought about what could give him the advantage, he’s a fast thinker, and he went to give it his genuine best shot. He acted out of anger SURE, but he’s far from stupid and Warriors KNOWS that. He’s said before how much he admires Wild, he knows the kid isn’t an idiot. He just wants to get him to use his head a little more and take advice

Both of them are incredibly sweet, gentle people, and I love them both dearly, but at the end of the day they ARE Links and Links are never good with words /j

Wanted to share some thoughts, cause I NEED TO SHARE IT. (Though it might be quite obvious, yeah...)

So, the whole thing with Warriors acting more stern with Wild lately. One could think: "Why just Wild? Hyrule can be quite reckless sometimes, and Wind is THE BABY, so why not them too?"

Well, there's one thing that they don't have, but Wild sure does...luck of self-preservation.

Wars can trust that others, even IF they let emotions take over, would still try to avoid DYING.

WILD WILL NOT. This fella uses his FACE as a SHIELD for ANOTHER PERSON, when there's NO NEED FOR THIS, while being in his "right mind".

SO WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT OF HIM, WHEN HE LOOSES HIS MIND IN A STRESSFUL SITUATION?

Wars still gave him the benefit of the doubt for a while, but after this whole fiasco with Twi's injury - Wars just can not help it, he FEARS for Wild's well-being, because "Champ" himself DOES NOT (with his whole "failure of a hero" thing, I presume).

And how does one even adress it? I doubt Wars saw many people who didn't care about their life before, he was at war, usually people want TO SURVIVE there. He's on edge cause he sees a problem and has no idea how to aproach it.

I want to preface this by saying I have a severe inability to stay on topic but yeah let's talk about it.

So you touched on something me and Jesse have both touched on- that Wars' actions towards Wild come from a place of concern and fear. I think that this is true. Wild DOES lack self-preservation instincts, and Wars has to be afraid of losing him- of the young knight earning more scars. Wild can be an idiot sometimes, but Wars saw him lose his head and attack the shadow when it was just proved to be lethal more than they knew.

There's a difference of perspective between ours and the boys tho that is important and I think contributes to people judging wars for this. See, to Wars perspective, and all of the boys, they could die at any time. An injury could be fatal and they can't see the future. We however KNOW that Wild survives, because we know he goes on to tears of the kingdom. We know Jojo has said that he is reckless and will get himself hurt but always comes out of it. But Wars has watched a billion (<exaggeration) soldiers die and is terrified of it happening again. Whereas we watch the comic from the outside, knowing for certain Wild will make it, Wars is living out that reality harshly.

ANoThER thing I think people forget to account for is Wars is not just a captain, he's a soldier but also leader in an army. I'm not the best with phrasing sometimes so I'll try to say this well- people in the army don't always get to be nice. Oftentimes armies have very harsh environments in treatment towards soldiers because when it comes down to training and life and death there is no time for niceties or feelings. Wars was pushed into the most major promotion ever pretty much to be an army leader. If he's now in the mindset of viewing Wild as a fellow knight/soldier who is not a leader... angry words and facial expressions is pretty mild to be honest.

Wars is a really nice person for all he's gone through, but fighting in a war is a very different experience than a solo journey like the others had. I think it's time to acknowledge that he was forced into far more of a role than the pretty hero, but also an armies leader, and it takes a lot of work to be a nice person through all that. Wars is a nice person who has a ton of strength to be so kind after all he's been through and his actions towards Wild make sense considering his past with what journey he came from. Thank you for coming to my ted talk- no I'm not done.

If anything I said was in any way offensive let me know. I hope my words didn't somehow come across as harsh.

Although him (in a way) treating Wild as someone who is out of line is understandable given his past, it's still not excusable. Wild isn't a soldier and he's not the leader.

Now for Wild time I'm going totally of the rails let's go

Wild doesn't. Yeah ok Wild doesn't like Wars. I've made like. Fifteen thousand nine hundred and fifty two posts on this (<big exaggeration). Wild has not really... spoken to Wars throughout the Lu storyline, tho he did in some of Jojo's starting doodles. Wild has really only spoken to Wars since it all went down when mr. stubborn got injured. I think Wild has a lot of resentment towards Wars for being the knight he was supposed to- who succeeded. Wild has flat out ignored Wars a lot of the time and honestly I'd get pretty frustrated with that too.

Also I along with the other nine hundred people want Wars to trigger an army memory in Wild. For the angst.

Wars is wrong in how he's acting towards Wild and Wild is wrong in how he's treated Wars not as someone worthy of respect. It's hard to pinpoint what's going on in Wild's head but I DO know Wars thoughts- he's terrified for Wild's life and angry that he ignored him and fought the shadow.

But yeah you're right. Wild has no self preservation instincts and Wars can't rely on him to freaking stay alive. Thank you for sending me an ask and sharing your thoughts with me!!! You matter and I love hearing from you /gen <3

Also. Let's make this clear. I love Wars so much. So very much. He's literally a fairy godmother. No hating on him or Wild on my posts. Thank :D